I spent part of my morning fighting a battle.
A battle that I’m unfortunately, not new to. Neither are you.
A battle for the minds and hearts of our children, a battle we often have to fight for ourselves too.
I’ve had a huge revelation today, thanks to Alesia, my eldest (22 years old) child. I know, she’s rolling her eyes at me now… stating she’s not a child. I know at 22 she’s an adult but she’ll still ALWAYS be MY child. 😉
But, back to my revelation.
It can be painful to admit how much I learn from my children. They truly cause me to grow, continuously.
In my opinion, it’s life’s greatest blessing, and also life’s hardest pill to swallow.
Alesia and I were discussing a past argument/disagreement between Elsa (my Aspie girl, who can frustrate the dickens out of me!) and myself. Through the course of our conversation, she mentioned a past argument her and I had, a number of years ago, when she had gotten into BIG trouble.
When I had found out about something, I was MAD. I honestly don’t even remember the full specifics of the ‘what’ or ‘why’ I was so mad, but she reminded me of my reaction, of my anger. She also reminded me, not in a judging way, but simply factually, that it had not been the correct way to deal with her. That yes, she had done wrong and deserved to be reprimanded, but it still wasn’t right to get so angry.
I chuckled a little, and responded with something like, “Oh you just wait and see when you have a teen! Then you’ll understand!”
And you know what?
It’s true. One day my daughter will most likely have a teenager, and that teen will give her some trouble. And quite possibly, my daughter will become angry with my future grandchild and they will go through what her and I went through.
Or… maybe not? Maybe the future could be different for my grandchild?
I pondered on my daughters words off and on all day today.
When she came home from work she started getting ready for her evening out. When I noticed she wasn’t quite so busy, I asked her to come talk with me when she had a few moments. That I wanted to speak with her before anyone else got home.
I had spent my day swallowing my pride, bit by bite, and now it was time to share my revelation with her.
I let her know I had been thinking about what she had said. I told her that she was right. That my anger in the past, was wrong. That it didn’t matter what she had done, it was up to me to be sure I let her know that SHE is worth MUCH MORE than my pride, and I wanted her to know I was wrong. She was right.
I told her that I want her to truly understand, that her father and I feel our relationships with our children are worth admitting when we are wrong. That our child/parent relationships come first. Our children come first.
Of course, if I had been a better living example to my children all along, shown them that they ALWAYS come before my pride, through my daily life, I would have never needed to have this conversation with her.
But, I’m not always a good living example. I fail. I have issues with pride, stubbornness, shame, and a whole long list of past hurts that have built up one wall after another, and another, and another.
But over the years, I’ve learned that walls don’t just keep out hurts. Walls keep out fullness of joy too.
The look on my daughters face when I told her I was sorry, and I hugged her and told her I love her…
That look, was instant joy to my heart.
And I realized my that daughter, my relationship with her in these few short moments we have left under the same roof between the busyness of our days, really is worth so very much more than my pride.
Kombucha brewing day here on the homestead.
The top jar is two brand new baby scoby’s for a local friend.
I started with one large scoby from Delia at Delia’s Pantry. Now I’m up to eight definite scoby’s. Enough to brew for my family and more!
Biggest brew yet. Six jars for us. Should make for 12 litres finished kombucha with enough left over for the new batches next week.
I bought a big jar of pickles from Costco this week, because I prefer the bigger jars over the 2 quart size.
First we need to eat the pickles though! lol
The large jar shown in the photo is actually my cookie jar!
Although I love glass, to keep things simple for my family, that includes four teens, I use plastic 2 litre drink bottles for my second ferment and for storage in the fridge.
I’m the only one that handles the first ferment, so glass is fine. A couple of our children are quite ‘klutzy’ though, so for their benefit and ease of mind, I use plastic after I’m done with the first ferment.
If you’re interested in learning about kombucha and it’s health benefits, google will be your best friend. It’s easy to find ways to make your own!
Don’t be scared to give it a try!
For my fellow Duck Dynasty fans. As always, they are keeping it real. This is the story of the skeletons in their closet.
Our family loves the Robertson’s, because although they are rednecks in the USA, and my husband and I are in Canada and come from very different backgrounds, our tale, our history, is still very similar.
One day we will share our story, our skeletons, but that time has not come yet. For now, I’ll share the Robertson’s story, because they share it so much better than we could ever share ours:
Five skeletons in the Robertson’s family closet, through three generations.
Well worth the time it takes to watch, to the end. Best video I’ve seen in a long while.
Winter on the homestead.
I know not everyone loves the thought of freezing temps, ice cold winds, frozen water buckets, and putting on so much winter gear that it takes you longer to ‘suit up’ than the actual work of doing chores…
But there’s just some things I absolutely love about winter on the prairies.
The peaceful daily rhythm is such a contrast to the absolute busyness that is late spring, summer, and harvest on the homestead.
Sitting by the fire on slow days after school is complete and there’s no gardening to be done.
Even shovelling snow. It’s a chore I actually really enjoy. I’m not fond of ‘useless’ exercise, and I’m often too busy to exercise just for the sake of exercise. Snow shovelling has a purpose, and it’s a great workout! Bonus!
To really enjoy winter to its fullest here on the prairies, my hope is to one day afford some snow shoes. I remember using snow shoes in elementary school once or twice years and years ago in Alberta. It was great fun! Cross country skies are another goal one day… Another fun winter sport that would be awesome here on the prairies!
In the mean time, I’ll continue to enjoy my time by the cozy fire and perhaps I’ll break out the knitting bag again soon. Or join Shaylah in some wool needle felting.
Like many others, I enjoy learning about healthy options. One of my latest learning adventures has brought me to herbs & berries etc. that I never thought of before. First, I learned about Elderberries, and Elderberry Syrup. I had bought elderberry lozenges when I found them on sale and put them to the test over Christmas. Everyone around me had gotten the flu, but I didn’t. I can’t say for certain it was the lozenges, but I figured it was worth the effort to learn more.
Through a friend, Delia of Delia’s Pantry, I learned how to make my own elderberry syrup and we now take it often! It’s so easy! I’ll share how on a blog post again very soon. Then Delia brought in Stinging Nettle Leaf, and I wondered why? I learned one of its benefits is helping pms. No need to research any further, I was sold and asked Delia to add it to my next order! I also liked what I read about dandelion, and decided to order a little to try also. I’m not one to remember taking a lot of different things, but I’ve found one way to easily
take all these new things I love. Every morning I make myself a pot of tea! I made up a personal blend. I start with my favourite loose leaf tea, cranberry fresh from TeaDesire.com Then I add in some stinging nettle leaf, some dried dandelion root, and dried elderberries. My teapot is one of my favorite thrift store scores! I had been looking for a heavy duty glass teapot for years! I steep my tea for quite some time, then add in honey & elderberry syrup, stir well and allow it to cool. Once cooled, I pour it into a very large drink bottle and sip cool healthy tea all day! I have a VERY hard time getting enough liquids into me, I don’t get thirsty for water, I don’t feel store bought juice is healthy, and I’m too busy to get in much hot tea, so this method works perfectly for me! How about you? What are some Ways you’ve learned to
add healthy herbs etc. into your life?
Homestead Emporium now sells
our own special blend of tea in our shop! You can find it in sample
size, and larger, here:
However, whenever that little bit of jealousy tries to creep up within ME when I see what OTHERS have, that we don’t have, I remind myself of that exact thing. We all travel our paths, and we all have hurdles and hills, and when each of us gets to where we are going, we can look back and see what we’ve been through.
No one else can look back on our path and see it with the same clarity that we see it ourselves.